macbeth
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- Is this a dagger which I see before me
- The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
- A dagger of the mind, a false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
- And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, which was not so before.
- Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse the curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
- I go, and it is done; the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
- Debbie Dimitrov
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